Loving My Naked Body – I recently read an article by Felicity Jones that talked about “why women should see other women’s naked bodies.” At first, the name truly shocked me. But then I read it and for me, the posts tripped one of those “moments of awakening. As if something that lay dormant for years, abruptly jumped back into existence.

I began having a discussion with Jordan who’s one of the co founders of this Young Naturists group Young Naturists and Nudists America.
We emailed each other back and forth regarding all types of issues like the differences between the generations and how my daughter, and her 23 – 25 year old buddies, are able to be silly and cook dinner together naked while I, at 52, have never done anything like that (it shocked me to the center initially to find such obvious boldness).
Growing up in the 60’s and early 70’s the hippie generation was in bloom. It was a time of freedom, burning your bra, and free love. You’d think I too would be dancing around in absolute peaceful freedom. Yet my experience was totally different.
In my personal home life, like so many others in my age group, nudity was treated as taboo. We were not permitted to discuss anything that had to do with nudity let alone nudism or sexuality. We were hushed and made to feel like we were dirty, bad for even believing in this type of manner. Consequently myself and many others started feeling shamed.
I remember one instance when I was about 12 years old. My brother really pissed me off, so I determined to fight back and I did I mooned him! My mother was so upset with my behavior and she shouted at me for doing what I did.
She then told my grandma about my shameful behaviour. This quickly became the family narrative that would explain my childhood and was a subject of much ridicule by many of extended family.
This embarrassment created a tremendous number of shame for me. It sent a powerful message that made me feel horrible about myself and my naked body. So, as the years went by, it seemed normal to me that all of us remained covered up. I have never seen my own mom bare and it was the same for many of my buddies.
Loving My Naked Body By: Patricia Riedel
Later on, in my late teens, I married my first love. He turned out to be an extremely violent man who farther instilled this sense of shame with regards to my body.
He’d beat me, then drive me to have sex – which made me feel less like a person and more like an object. He would also use mental and verbal abuse and would threaten to leave me if I did not lose weight. He’d make this point shortly after his sexual gratification with me.
Though I was a little, slender girl, he’d use http://nudismphotos.net/?p=169 about my weight. Later on I discovered he used to do this to keep my self esteem low and to essentially make me feel useless so that I wouldn’t leave him.
This proved to be a very dark time in my life. I could never imagine anyone ever needing me. I started to be obsessed with roller coaster dieting, exercise and trying to be / seem perfect. I could never look to achieve that ideal.
My violent husband began belittling my body and I still remember the day I started “hiding. He came in our bedroom one day while I had been dressing and I caught my clothes and ran to the toilet to get dressed in private. He never said a word and I began doing this constantly. Without any real thought – I began concealing.
Girls Cooking Dinner Nude Collectively
After almost a decade of abuse I was able to break away and we split up. After being divorced from this violent guy for a long time, I married again. This time to a superb guy! Sadly, he only expired last year of http://nudenudist.com/tube/people-who-mostly-soak-naked/ . His death sent me into depression which I ‘m struggling with today.
The problems that came from being in an abusive relationship for so many years had seemed to take a powerful hold over me. I could never think of getting naked with my awesome husband for 10 years which caused intimacy issues for me – for us – and created upsetting conversations as to why I couldn’t show him my body.
Finally, just before he died I was able to be a little freer. Nevertheless, I still fought and that is when I found Felicity’s post about being nude.
The post made me see the shame that had haunted me all these years. It stirred my emotions and brought to surface a lot of old wounds and dilemmas that I had been suppressing for so many years.
Once I finished the article, I determined to do a test with myself. I decided to start being nude in front of myself! I ‘d begin learning how to be comfy while entirely naked every night and be without any judgment. I made a conscious attempt to focus just on appreciation, love and acceptance for my naked body.
The first few nights were so strange. I was flooded by feelings of insecurity, negative thoughts about my body and self-hatred. These feelings kept coming up so I really had to go through a procedure of positive self-speaking and resisting the impulse to cover up. I ‘d do everything I could to try and accept the nude me.
A couple of days into this endeavor, my daughter and her friends came to visit one evening. We were all sitting in my bed talking. I discussed my ideas about the “naked women” article, asked them some questions and told them my story of how it was when I was young.
They were in shock! Like me, many mothers in this generation of baby boomers have raised their daughters to be more empowered and accepting. Now you see so many young women who are much more open with their naked skin and bodies – a theory that seems so unknown to many women of my generation.
As all of us ladies sat on my bed talking, one of my daughter’s single buddies spontaneously said; let us go topless – so we did! My first initial feeling when removing my top in front of these young women was to question if I did something awful and dirty.
But I shoved those thoughts back and after some time we all just forgot we were topless. We laughed and talked about nipple sizes and nudity. It was such a fun and freeing experience that now we’re planning a girl’s nude dinner party!
I guess the most important point I would desire to make, as I discuss my ideas, is that disgrace is a prison that I needed to be freed from. Shame causes many self-esteem issues. It prevented me from loving and accepting myself which is so crucial to the healing journey I ‘m on – to be a “whole” man again.
I ‘m grateful to this author for writing this post to bring awareness. I ‘m also thankful to Jordan for setting aside the time to speak to me (almost daily and for quite a while).
He kept encouraging me with love and inspiration to keep going on this course of honoring my naked body and to be accepting of “me” in the uncooked flesh – nothing hidden, nothing to be embarrassed of.
To be, in my own eyes – perfect as I ‘m is what matters most.
I expect some others can be encouraged to locate their peace. Felicity’s post and Jordan’s support helped me to come to terms with my own naked self and I trust that other girls will be willing to embark on a similar journey of self acceptance and learn to love their beautiful naked selves as I have.
Today, I’m joyful. I ‘m naked when I am interested in being, and I eventually feel alright about it.

Peace, Love, Courage and Acknowledgement to All!
Learning To Love My Nude Body composed by Patricia Riedel was published by – Young Naturists and Young Nudists America FKK

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